I don’t like to think of forever in the moments when I’m sad for fear that I’ll always feel this way. I know I’m not perfect and that perfection is a construct but I’m beginning to think peace is too. My sadness is not chaos, it’s silent. So quiet you can barely feel it’s presence. … Continue reading stuck in contraction.

I'm running on a high; a euphoria. It overtakes me, unceasingly. I don't remember what it feels like to be sad and I hope for my sake, it stays that way, for my sake, please stay this way. stay.